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I kissed a girl and I liked it the taste of her cherry chapstick

character: Zeno Wesker (Resident Evil 9)

synopsis:A university professor takes a leave of absence, and a woman steps in to replace him one who immediately impresses you.

pairing:Female!Zeno x Female!Reader

content warning: nsfw mdni (18+),smut, First time, Virgin reader,porn with plot,scissoring,cowgirl positon,oral sex (Zena is receiving),somehow slowburn,forbidden romance

words count:7923

a/n:I know there are tons of female characters and I don't have to gender-bend him, but the fan art of him as a woman won me over. Especially with that university romance theme.

tags: @indiebat @morganroot92 @falsevacuum

You were at your dream university, but for a long time, math had been keeping you up at night. Your major actually had so little of it, yet you still felt like you understood less with each lecture. Did the professor think he wouldn't explain it so thoroughly because it was obvious, right? You increasingly felt like you were falling behind and might not be able to cope when the exams came around. Your first thought was to ask someone for help. It was just that your roommate from the dormitory usually preferred to browse actors' edits during lectures. Sure, tutoring would be obvious, but not for a student whose time was already limited. After all, you still had to find some time to work. Asking for help would be the last thing you'd do; after all, you thought you could handle it on your own. It couldn't be that hard, could it? Yet, every time you tried to study, your already small desk was left in a mess, and you'd have some YouTube video about that math problem on. It's hard for you to pinpoint your struggles with the subject, because it wasn't usually laziness. No matter how hard you studied on your own, the results were never satisfactory. You always somehow managed to get that grade, just to get through almost your entire previous education.

If it weren't for this whole situation, you wouldn't have been able to complain about your studies. Now you were waiting inside one of the larger lecture halls, preparing for another long nightmare. The man who taught this subject was older, which probably didn't understand that anyone might not be able to follow his accelerated train of thought. He only noticed those who at least understood what he was saying. You lay down on the desk for a moment, sighing loudly. Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to the front door, where a woman walked through. She was elegantly dressed, and her short pixie-cut hair matched her appearance perfectly. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding the whole situation. She reached for a marker, writing her name on a nearby board. You studied what she had written, as if to make sure you were reading correctly. Her calm voice interrupted you.

"As you've already noticed, Professor Collins isn't here...he's on sick leave, and now I'll be teaching his classes for the rest of the semester." On the one hand, you were happy because you really couldn't stand this guy, but then another thought came to mind: what if she's worse? Yes, that was your experience; instead of being happy, you started thinking up scenarios where everything went wrong.

But what happened next took you completely by surprise. She was strangely patient, unlike the previous professor. When someone didn't understand something, she didn't judge; she simply stepped back a bit, explaining it this way.

“I'd much rather spend five minutes explaining something than forty minutes trying to figure out why half the class lost the thread.” For the first time, you didn't feel completely lost when you left class. Of course, once everyone had left the lecture halls, almost everyone started discussing about her.

"Why does he have to be a substitute? I finally feel like I'm starting to understand math!" said one of the boys in the small circle you were passing. You agreed with them, but you didn't say it out loud. You didn't want to celebrate too soon, because it might seem like everything was okay, but then it would turn out it wasn't.

“What happened? I finally saw how you could solve it.” She asked as she handed back your test. As usual, the result wasn't satisfactory. A cold sweat broke out on your back… You'd studied for this, after all. Why didn't you succeed?

"I have no idea...of course, I'll fix it." You replied quickly, keeping your head down. You were so embarrassed by the whole situation that you didn't even want to meet her eyes. When she finally left, you raised your head slightly. You felt like even changing professors hadn't helped much...Why was that? You'd been studying for days, and you were also neglect your personal life. Because of this one subject, you felt like all your desire to study was gone...but it was your dream. You stared at the paper, jaw clenched visibly, holding back tears. It was truly frustrating to see your efforts go to waste, and for the first time, the idea of asking someone for help popped into your head. Of course, since you didn't have much money, you were thinking more about asking an senior in the math major . You probably guessed this option wouldn't be free...because what else would you have to offer? For almost the entire lecture, the image of your failure stared right in front of you, until you had to turn the page over. Concentrating on the class wasn't so easy, as dark thoughts once again crept into your head. What if this stupidity of a subject ruined your chances forever? You'd already worked so hard to even get here. You couldn't just let it go. You had to leave your comfort zone and ask someone for help. Normally, you were one of those shy people who rarely approached anyone and said hello. You rose from your seat when the class ended, but before you could leave, the white-haired woman spoke.

“Please stay, we need to talk.” Her voice was rather indifferent, but when someone said something like that, you expected something serious.

You stayed and waited until everyone had left, and only then did you speak.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” That strange feeling in your stomach again as you saw her looking at your test.

"Relax, don't stress... but I saw it in the previous class how do you deal with this topic what happened? Are you taking any tutoring classes?" Hearing this, you breathed a sigh of relief, then admitted.

“Math has always been a problem for me… sometimes it was better, and I didn’t take it because I spent most of the money on rent.” You admitted honestly.

“Yes, that could be a hindrance, and have you never been tested for dyscalculia?” she asked, crossing her legs. Hearing this new word, you looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and she immediately started talking again.

"Dyscalculia is a neurodevelopmental disorder that makes it difficult to learn math and process numerical concepts…I t doesn't diagnose you, but merely offers an explanation for your math problems." She explained, and you were still in disbelief. For so many years, you thought maybe you were just stupid, but now that you're an adult, you learn there might be a name for it? Surely, if you were aware of it, it would make you feel a little better.

“I see…maybe I should check it out .And when can I correct this test?” You move near door the moment she spoke.

"Same time as usual with Mr. Collins, but I'd like to make you an offer." She stood up, gathering her things from her desk and placing them in her leather bag. "I think you learn best when you're alone with a teacher. That's why I'd like to offer you tutoring with me... Yes, it sounds inappropriate, since I'm a professor here, but I'm a substitute hose are different rules, right?" As she said, it might not look good if anyone found out... but with no way out, why not give it a try? After next semester, she'd be gone, and no one would know.

“I’m a complete chaos but I’ll think about it, ma’am.” You replied politely and said goodbye to her, finally leaving the room. Your friend Ash was waiting for you in the hallway, and upon seeing you, she immediately asked.

"What took you so long? I hope it's nothing serious!" You had to start pretending now that she hadn't made you a slightly inappropriate proposition. You immediately shook your head and said.

"Thankfully, it was nothing; we were just discussing my mistakes, but now I feel like the life has drained out of me." You admitted to being tired. During the week, you went to classes and studied, and on the weekends, you went to work. There wasn't even an hour of rest in your day. You'd completely forgotten what a hobby was.

"I think I have an idea what to do with this... How about Chiara's party? It's today, and she said the more people the merrier... Come on, don't be shy!" She gave you a little nudge.

You rolled your eyes with slight amusement. Partying had never been your thing, but in this situation, you'd do anything to avoid thinking about failing the test.

“Okay, okay, so be it!”

Chiara's house was slowly filling up with people. There were so many of them that you felt like she'd invited at least half the university. It wasn't surprising, after all; she was the most popular girl, and everyone liked her. She had the luxury of owning her own house, which her father had given her, so she didn't have to endure the crush of the cramped dorms. Music immediately started blaring from the speakers. Today, you were all about having a good time, so you wore your best dress today, which was black and short, almost revealing your buttocks. Your friend was next to you, holding your hand. It seemed like a normal gesture, but it felt really good… intimate. But when you entered, she immediately let go of you, and you felt a strange emptiness. Upon entering, you were greeted by the hostess herself, in a party mood.

"And who do we have here? The nerd finally decided to come out of her room!" It wasn't said with a sneer; after all, there was still a palpable warmth in her voice. She had a strangely soft side to you after you saved her life in the bathroom one day by borrowing her dark leggings when she suddenly got her period. It was a pretty serious matter, and ever since then, you've become strangely close, even if you don't quite fit in with her entourage of popular girls.

“I finally got bored of reading fanfiction.” You tried to joke, but Chiara's face immediately changed. She looked at you with a quizzical expression.

“What is fanfiction?”

“Okay, whatever… It’s good to be here.” Her previous expression immediately returned to her face.

“Make yourself at home!” Then she ran off, squealing softly. You expected it was probably at the sight of her boyfriend.

Ash, who was standing nearby, laughed.

“Be careful, or you’ll end up as one of them, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself for that… after all, no fanfiction and no sighing over fictional boyfriends!”

"Don't worry about it. I'm not going anywhere. Those two things are very important to me." You laughed immediately, feeling your mood was good. She really didn't have to do much to make you laugh. You immediately found yourself in the kitchen, where a few guys were already standing, pouring alcohol into their cups. You almost immediately felt one of them's eyes on you, but you didn't pay much attention. You were focused on your friend, who was dressed in a way that if you were a guy, you certainly wouldn't think twice about talking to her. Wait... why did you even think about that? You found yourself looking at women differently more and more often, but you also liked men. Maybe not as much as women... but still. It was really puzzling, because for a few years now, you'd been wondering if this was even normal. You'd read countless forums, but you still weren't sure what your sexual orientation was. Only... Seeing her with one of the boys sobered you up. That strange feeling in your heart… A twinge of pain when she looked so happy listening to his funny story, because she was smiling so broadly.

But you were the first one to see that smile.

“Nice dress, little one.” The boy next to you said, sipping from his mug. “I’ve never seen you here before.” For a moment, his words seemed to sink in, as you stared at Ash. Only then did your gaze return to him. You didn’t even comment on the nickname. Sure, he was handsome, but something was missing.

“I don’t usually go to these kinds of parties, but I assume you go to every one?” You leaned against the counter, reaching for the empty cup to pour yourself a drink.

“Of course, it’s the best part of college life, after all, and I think you could use a little relaxation.” He smiled cockily and was clearly flirting with you, but you didn’t feel it.

"Think about your offer, and if I decide, I'll come back." You took the mug with you, unable to watch your friend having a great time with that guy any longer. Why did you feel this way? You shouldn't have, after all; you'd known her since elementary school and didn't want to ruin your friendship by admitting your feelings. She was your only friend, and that would leave you with books again. You sat down resignedly on one of the couches, where suddenly a couple started kissing ostentatiously across from you. You had the feeling that any moment now they'd start having sex. Even here, you couldn't rest… everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, while inside you were fighting with yourself. It was killing you that almost everyone was here with their partners and you still hadn't even had your first kiss. With anyone. You could have put on your best dress, but nothing changed the fact that you were still that slightly strange girl. You stood up, feeling like you needed to go out for a walk. Outside to cool off a bit, but then you bumped into Ash. A large amount of the alcohol still in the cup ended up on her shirt.

“I’m so sorry…it was an accident!” You stammered, feeling your hands start to shake a bit, but she said it with calm in her voice.

"It's okay, it's just a shirt...come on, let's find the bathroom; I've prepared for this!" She laughed, and that was one of your favorite sounds. You didn't answer, just instinctively grabbed her hand. Since you were the one who spilled it on her, now you'll find the bathroom. The house was big, sure, but finding it wasn't that difficult. You went inside immediately, and you closed the door just in case. Before long, Ash had shed her wet shirt. You tried not to stare at her chest...she'd undressed in front of you many times, but each time you had the same problem. She didn't suspect a thing. You had her bag on your shoulder, so you wordlessly pulled out a shirt to change into.

“And what about that guy who was staring at you like that from the moment you walked in?” She asked carefully, folding the dirty T-shirt. You felt your throat suddenly go dry. After all, you couldn’t tell her the truth.

“It's okay.” You replied quickly, feeling your palms begin to sweat rapidly.

“Just okay? I’ve never seen anyone look at another person like that,” she admitted with a light laugh, checking her appearance in the mirror and making sure her lipstick hadn’t smudged.

“Yeah, okay…what about the guy you were talking to?” You clenched your jaw at the thought of that guy, but you wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“It turns out we have a few interests, and we love cats, so he volunteer at some shelters, isn’t that great?” She turned to face herself, smiling a little.

You answered her in your mind first.

Well, it's just fucking fantastic... if I had any chances before, I have none now.

"It's great that you managed to find someone like that." You said, but then bit the inside of your cheek. You couldn't tell her how you felt... not now. You might never do it. You returned to the rest of the house as if nothing had happened, but you still felt that from now on, nothing would ever be the same.

It was gone. You were literally helping her choose the perfect outfit for her date with Josh, for that was the lucky guy's name. You'd been feeling awful for a few days, but you still pretended to be happy. After all, what kind of friend would you be? But you were still silently praying that something would happen where they wouldn't work out, and then you'd have another chance. It didn't help that today was your first Zena tutoring session. You had nothing else besides her phone number. You suggested you take lessons at a coffee shop, as it was a fairly neutral place, but she immediately pointed out that if anyone saw you, you might have a problem. That's why you ended up choosing her house, because, she argued, she had all the materials there, and it wasn't as noisy as a coffee shop. When you think about it, it kind of makes sense. She managed to give you detailed directions on how to get to her house by bus...because, after all, if she took you there straight from the university, it would be very suspicious. Luckily, you didn't have to explain to Ash where you were going, because she'd gone on a date with that damn Josh again. You felt a strange sense of tension about this meeting… because being invited to her house would have been the last thing you expected. So, to de-stress, you started listening to music, and even after getting out, you didn't take out your headphones. You felt somehow more confident with The Pussycat Dolls playing in your ears. When you spotted a house with the right number and the aforementioned appearance, you stopped. You could still turn around, but since you were already here, you had to take that last step. There was an intercom next to the gate, which you hesitantly pressed. You immediately heard a distinctive squeak, but somehow the words stuck in your throat. You didn't have to wait long, because the front door opened and she stepped out. Even now, she looked really elegant, wearing one of her white ensembles. You could hear her high heels echoing on the sidewalk. She opened the gate for you, then said,

“Come on in…do you want something to drink before we start?” She led you into the house, and you felt your legs turn to jelly. Only after you closed the door did you speak.

“The water will be fine.” You didn't want to nosy but you couldn't help but notice how the interior itself matched her. Despite the limited color palette, it was quite pleasant. You moved a little deeper inside and noticed the prepared materials already laid out on the table. For a moment, your gaze lingered on her silhouette as she disappeared into the kitchen. You didn't know how you hadn't noticed it before, but she was truly beautiful, and her long legs were immediately striking. You sat down on the couch for a moment. It was so soft. A comfortable silence reigned until you heard the sounds of paws on the marble tiles. You sat still for a moment, unsure what to expect, when suddenly a Doberman poked his head around the corner, eyeing you curiously. You didn't think they were so big in person… and terrifying. The way he looked at you gave you the impression he was carefully scanning you, wanting to make sure you weren't a threat. Before he could make a move, Zena appeared, placed a glass of water on the table, and looked in your direction.

“If you want, I can lock him in one of the rooms… he doesn’t bite; he’s quite a smart dog.” She said with a slight smile and immediately called him over, and he obediently sat down at her leg.

“I’ll take your word for it, but if I’m going to concentrate, I’d prefer it if he were locked up.” You said, feeling a strange tension in your shoulders. Dogs like that somehow made you feel uneasy, even if they weren’t doing anything. She didn’t answer, but went to do what you asked. When the dog disappeared from your sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. You were now alone for a moment, and a large bookcase immediately caught your attention. You found a few titles you knew perfectly well, but there were also some you weren’t familiar with. Especially those by Victor Gideon. You might not have been familiar with them, as they dealt with medicine and virology itself. To avoid appearing like you were watching too long you sat in the chair ,waiting for her. After a moment, she appeared and said.

“He shouldn't be distracting you anymore, so let's get started.” She sat down next to you, and the scent of her delicate perfume filled your nostrils. You'd never been close enough to smell it before… but it immediately reminded you of Ash wearing something similar. You tried to focus on solving the problems, but something wasn't working. You fought back tears, thinking about what she might be doing now with Josh. Zena must have noticed, because she suddenly stopped explaining.

“You looked kind of sad when you came in... Did something happen?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

You sighed loudly; after all, you couldn't tell her the truth, so you blurted out quickly.

“I can't concentrate because recently the guy I liked chose someone else…” That sounded better and less pathetic than you were jealous of your friend. Well, your friend.

“I understand…it’s quite a difficult matter.” She began, clearly so concerned that she closed her textbook for a moment. “He doesn’t know what he’s lost…such an intelligent and kind girl.” Hearing the compliment from her lips, you felt your ears turn a little red at first.

“You’re just saying that to comfort me…” You replied, staring at the paper in front of you.

"I'm telling you the truth... I may not have known you long, but I've noticed it. After all, I see that whenever someone needs help, you're probably the first to offer it." Her hand landed on your shoulder, but all she did was pat your back. "It won't be the first, nor the last time someone breaks your heart... the most important thing is to learn to move on." She wanted to add something more, but then her phone rang, and she stood up, gesturing with her hand that she had to answer. She walked toward the hallway, answering. Her words actually made a lot of sense... because what if Ash had never actually been interested in a relationship with a woman? And then you wouldn't have a girlfriend, but a friend as well. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the woman's raised voice.

"Listen, Victor... I'm not going to keep your books anymore. Do you know how long it's been since the divorce? Why haven't you taken them yet... You're lucky I didn't throw them away, but unlike you, they have some value!" Suddenly, the dots connected. This mysterious author had to be her ex husband. That explained why there wasn't even a trace of him in the form of a photo. You felt a little awkward, like you were eavesdropping on their conversation, but she was speaking so loudly that it was hard not to hear.

"You're coming tomorrow? Fantastic...how long could you wait? What are you even doing that's keeping you so busy? What about that young lab technician, huh?" Her voice was laced with irony and irritation. Just hearing that, you were sure their divorce proceedings must have been really interesting. After a long moment, she returned to you and sighed loudly.

“Speaking of heartbreak…but that’s in the past.” She reached for her phone, this time to silence it.

You didn't ask any more questions; you simply moved on, as if you hadn't heard their conversation. You tried to get the most out of this lesson, feeling a renewed energy within you. You wanted to show everyone that you could do it, and that math wouldn't defeat you.

You met twice a week for these tutoring sessions. Increasingly, when there was a short break, you didn't talk about university or math, but rather about yourselves. It wasn't anything intimate, just books or movies you'd recently enjoyed. It was truly normal, but it made you feel a little better…it allowed you to relieve some of your stress. You still felt a little hurt over Ash, but you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that she already had a boyfriend. You would remain just a friend to her. It was best for both of you. You felt like you had a pretty interesting relationship with Zena, though. Sure, it was bad, because if anyone found out, they could judge her for favoring you. She only gave you a discount on your shared lessons. After all, you saw the results of the tutoring helping you. Everything was going well until one day. You left the university at a fast pace, eager to get to your room as quickly as possible. The weather outside was terrible, and it was about to rain, but then you heard a voice behind you. It was clearly male. You swallowed hard, stopping in your tracks.

“Excuse me…are you a student at this university?” He asked with gentleness in his voice, and when you turned around, you saw a middle-aged man with slightly longer hair tucked behind his ear. He looked lost and completely harmless.

“That's right, but what's the point?” You asked quickly.

“Does Professor Zena teach here?” You frowned, unsure if you should say that, but before you could say anything, he added. “She’s not answering my calls…I’m her ex-husband.” Suddenly, all the dots connected.

“If she's not answering, maybe she doesn't want to talk?” You suggested, not understanding why he still wanted to see her. Judging by their conversations, it was a hard divorce. For a moment, he looked like he'd been dealt a blow, but he admitted it anyway.

“Yeah… you’re probably right.” He lowered his head a bit. An awkward silence fell.

“You know... I mean, professor... is she healthy? Is everything okay with her?”

This question surprised you more than anything else. It didn't sound like someone angry.

Rather, someone who misses. And who is only now beginning to understand that he no longer has the right to ask.

“She seems fine,” you replied cautiously. Victor smiled sadly.

“Yes. She always gave that impression.”

He looked again at the faculty building.

“I used to think she would be with me forever.”

You didn't know what to answer. After a moment, the man nodded.

“I'm sorry I kept you.”

"Nothing happened."

A short, bitter smile appeared on his face.

He turned and headed toward the parking lot. You watched him for a moment longer. Then you glanced at the lit windows of the department. Somewhere up there, on one of the floors, Professor Zena was probably still poring over her papers, correcting papers or preparing for her next class. Left alone in the parking lot again, you remembered that you couldn't go home just yet. You still had to go to the library to return the borrowed books you'd been carrying around in your bag for a week and always forgetting to return. Your visit, however, was extended because you'd struck up a pleasant conversation with the librarian about books. New books had appeared in your bag, only this time on her recommendation. You trusted her because you were a regular here and could tell a bit about your reading tastes. It had already gotten dark, so you quickened your pace, but as you passed one of the bars, a short white hair and dark jacket immediately caught your eye. You never thought you'd meet your professor in some mediocre bar with a full glass of whiskey across from her. You decided to peek inside and witnessed her calling again, most likely her ex-husband. You could tell because her voice was tired this time and lacked the aggression it had previously.

“I told you to stop… so if you regret it, it means nothing to me.” She sighed loudly, immediately taking a sip from her glass.

“I don't care if you say you've changed.” Her voice became sharper.

“You cheat on me, Victor” Several people turned their heads. Zena just squeezed her eyes shut.

“No. I won't come back to you.” She hung up without waiting for his response. She sat motionless for a moment. Then she emptied her glass in one motion. She immediately nodded to the bartender.

"Once again."

Finally, you decided to come closer, speaking.

“Professor?” She looked up at you, at first surprised, but then embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, even though you knew she wasn’t. She smiled faintly and said without hesitation.

“Of course it is.” She turned back to the bartender. “One more.”

“Maybe that's enough for today?” You suggested, and only now did you notice how red her eyes were. Not from the alcohol, but from the tears she clearly hadn't allowed herself to shed.

“Would you allow me to call a taxi?”

She immediately wanted to protest.

“I am a grown woman.”

“I know…that's why an adult would never refuse help.” You helped her up from the bar, taking her arm. “Today, you'll just let someone take care of you.”

This sentence made Zena silent.

It was as if no one had said anything like that to her in a long time. You wanted to make sure she got home safely, so when the taxi pulled up in front of her house, you helped her find her keys and unlock the door. She immediately lay down on the couch, sighing loudly. You poured her a glass of water for her to drink. The living room was dimly lit by the single small table lamp that illuminated her face. It was the first time you'd seen her so tired. She sat up to take a drink, but then you felt her gaze on you. Quite intensely. You felt the thrill wash over you. The longer the silence lasted, the more you wanted to look away. But the longer you looked at her, the more you noticed how… beautiful she was. Even now, when she didn't look her best.

"You have really pretty eyes," she whispered, and then lay down on the couch. You felt your heart skip a beat, and your cheeks flushed. It was good that she couldn't see it, but you still had to draw the line; she was still your professor. She might have been drunk, but you still had to do it.

"I'll be going now... so we'll meet on Wednesday, as usual?" You stood up and noticed she'd closed her eyes. She didn't answer you, so you quietly left the house. Once you were home, you lay down on your bed. Your roommates were already asleep, but you got under the covers and turned on the flashlight on your phone to illuminate your own. You pulled your diary from under the pillow, where you'd been writing more and more about Zena lately. Today's entry, however, began with words.

“Dear diary…I almost kissed my professor today.” You wanted to, but you didn't want to take advantage of the situation, as she was somewhat unaware of what was happening around her. You fell asleep thinking about how her perfect lips would touch yours. It wouldn't have to be the most sensual kiss in existence… You felt yourself burning up just thinking about your lips touching.

Neither of you spoke about yesterday's events, and she was counting on your discretion. Of course, you promised not to tell anyone. You fell back into your previous relationship, as if yesterday had never happened. On the one hand, it was good; after all, your relationship wasn't supposed to develop into anything more… but on the other, you really wanted it. The days passed peacefully, and that worried you more, because it meant Zena would soon be leaving the university and you wouldn't see her as often as before. This situation also had one big advantage: when Mr. Collins returned, she would officially no longer be your professor. The whole situation immediately looked different. You was thinking more and more about what your relationship could have been, which was weighing on your mind. And your diary began to hold stories about you and Zena written on the pages. Of course, you changed names, in case someone stumbled upon them. You knew you had to be careful. You dreamed more and more of meeting for something more than just solving math problems. She tried to pretend she wasn't starting to look at you differently… she did it mainly because of her job. Admitting her feelings wasn't just harder for her because of that. After all, you'd be the first woman she'd ever felt something more for, and she'd previously thought only men were attracted to her. You became truly emotional the day that date finally arrived, her last day at university. Today was different than usual. You couldn't focus on anything. Since she'd be gone tomorrow, you decided to take a risk and finally confess your feelings to her. Officially, starting tomorrow, you're strangers. No longer like professor and student. Today, you deliberately put on your best clothes, which made you feel beautiful. You patiently waited for the other students to say goodbye to her. She'd only been here a few months, but you still felt like she'd changed quite a bit. Maybe she'd made a few people fall in love with math? When the last person left, you sat on the desk opposite her, crossing your legs.

“Do you want to say goodbye to me in person?” She joked and was almost ready to leave.

“I would like to thank you very much…maybe it was only a few months, but I felt that someone really believed in me.” You smiled slightly and immediately started twirling your hair around your finger.

“I’m glad to hear that, and I think you’re a really intelligent girl who’s a little insecure.” She still maintained that professional tone, even though you felt her looking at you differently.

“Since you won’t be my professor starting tomorrow…can I invite you for coffee?” You made this confident suggestion, observing the embarrassment on her face for a moment, but she immediately replied.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to this…what if someone sees us?”

"I don't care...we're not doing anything wrong, right?" You immediately calmed her down, getting up and walking past her. "I'll wait for you at that café just to the left of the university." You winked at her and added, "Zena." For a moment, you could see her almost freeze when she heard your name. You'd never called her that before. You guess she realized that going out for coffee was no big deal. After she'd taken care of everything at the university, she'd immediately appeared at the café. You'd booked a table for you, which, of course, was only for two. You held off on ordering until she arrived. You could see on her face how she still hesitated about whether she should even be seen with you. You asked, snapping her out of my reverie.

“How does it feel that you won’t be coming to my university tomorrow?” You leaned your elbow on the table, looking into her blue eyes. They were usually hidden behind glasses, which you thought only added to her charm.

“I never thought I’d become so attached to a group of students in just a few months.” She laughed briefly, “This is definitely going to be weird…after all, starting tomorrow, I won’t be witnessing anyone in my class sleeping in the back.” Even here, she maintained a professional demeanor, though she could feel her pale face flushing under your gaze. She hadn’t felt butterflies in her stomach since she divorced her husband…who had only disappointed her.

“Won’t you miss me?” You tilted your head to the side, reaching for her hand and gently stroking it. She searched for the right words for a moment, feeling her heart speed up.

“Of course I will…how could I forget you?” A slight smile appeared on her lips. “About my most talented student who saw me at my worst.”

You smiled back, feeling the atmosphere begin to change…to a more intimate one. You bit your lower lip and then spoke.

“Since I won't be one tomorrow…I have to confess to you.” You paused to see her reaction, but she waited expectantly: “You were never just a professor to me…maybe it's stupid, but I'm in love with you.” Your face flushed as well, and she looked your way for a moment, unsure of what to say. However, her hand didn't move, and her pupils dilated slightly. You'd heard that only happens when you see someone you really like.

“I didn’t expect it,” she finally said, adjusting her slipping glasses. “I didn’t want to admit it for a long time…I’ve been through a rough divorce, and I didn’t want to jump into another relationship so quickly, but,” she paused, searching for the right words. “I feel the same way about you.”

Hearing this confession, you felt your heart suddenly speed up. You hadn't expected her to reciprocate your feelings, but now you felt joy overflowing inside you. You wanted to jump up and jump for joy. You caught yourself, however, as the waitress immediately brought out your coffees. Only after she left did you speak to the woman across from you.

“I have something else to tell you…it's a bit embarrassing,” you giggled nervously, but you wished she knew. “When I couldn't have you, I wrote stories about us…with our names changed, of course.” After a moment, the thing you least expected happened. Immediately, the name you used on one of the websites where you posted your stories came out of her mouth.

“Stargaze_writes, is that you?” In an instant, all your confidence vanished. You quickly remembered how…spicy those stories could be.

“But how on earth did you find out about it?” You tilted your head to the side, your mouth suddenly dry. You didn't want to sound obsessed with her by writing such things.

“I noticed that some of the situations were similar…and one of the characters has the same initials as me.” She explained, but then added, “I really liked them…Have you considered seriously starting to write your own book?” She quickly changed the subject, for which you were grateful.

“I never really thought about it…actually, I always wrote in notebooks until this point.” You admitted, starting to play with a curl hanging next to your face.

You decided to walk her home because you wanted to spend even more time with her. It was also the first time you held hands. You felt the excitement surge within you again, making you want to jump for it. You stopped at the gate, and she looked at you as if she wanted you to come in with her. You didn't need to be told twice. It was already getting dark. She took off her coat and said,

“Thank you for today…I really had a great time.” She admitted, feeling her cheeks turn red again.

You were barely an arm's length away from her, but hearing something like that made the corners of your mouth immediately turn up into a mischievous smile.

“Just great?” You trapped her between the wall and yourself, placing your hands on either side of her head.

She laughed quietly and didn't look you in the eye.

“Okay, fine… more than great.” She admitted, and one of your hands moved to her cheek.

“How inappropriate would it be if I kissed you right now, Zena?” You asked, your gaze drifting to her lips.

“Very inappropriate … you know it perfectly well.” She said in an almost whisper, placing her hands on the back of your neck.

“No one can see us here…one kiss.” You leaned into her ear to whisper, “Okay, maybe two, but we both know it wouldn’t end up with one, right?”

She smiled slightly, then leaned in first. You didn't expect her, but you immediately reciprocated. Your lips brushed gently at first, as if you were just getting to know each other. You felt her fingers tighten slightly on the back of your neck as you intensified your kiss. Through this kiss, you wanted to show her how all your emotions for her had been building up for weeks and had finally found release. You moved your hands to her hips, pulling her even closer. She moaned softly into your mouth, giving herself more. You felt clearly that this must have been her first kiss with a woman… She let herself be led. Only when you were out of breath did you pull away and look into her eyes. Her face was a little redder than before, and her perpetually perfect hair was a mess.

“I just kissed a woman…” She said as if in disbelief, and you moved closer to her neck, starting to kiss her there.

“If you still don't believe me, I can always kiss you again.” You giggled softly. In an instant, the kiss made you feel all hot, especially around your chest. You really wanted her today…you'd been fantasizing about it in your dreams and diary for weeks.

"You're adorable." She replied quickly, tilting her head back slightly, giving you better access. You immediately kissed her there more confidently, your hands still on her hips. She was enjoying every moment as much as she could. Now you were giving her what she'd been missing from her previous relationship: attention. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so desired by someone. She'd rediscovered the feeling that she could still be attractive to someone.

“This would be my first time with a woman, you know?” She said, embarrassed to see your kisses begin to land on her exposed chest.

“Relax, I know what to do.” By saying that, she might have thought you had more experience than her. You didn't. You were a virgin who got way too much screen time on one of those erotic story sites.

When she heard this, she grabbed your hand, leading you towards her bedroom. You weren't there yet, but you felt your heart beating faster with each passing moment. In the center was a large bed, and you immediately sat down opposite each other.

"I'll do it better than your ex-husband ever did." You said with a mischievous smile, starting to unbutton her shirt. Hearing that, her ears first turned red, then her face. Immediately after, you too shed your top. Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at her white lace bra, through which you could see her nipples adorning their hardened form. You leaned in again, kissing her, but this time you started quite boldly. She preferred to be submissive and completely reliant on you. You didn't mind; in the end, you even liked it.

Your hands quickly found the clasp of her bra, immediately unclasping it and tossing it aside. When she was halfway undressed, you gently pushed her onto the bed to lie down. You were immediately on top of her, shedding your skirt, then your lips reached for her breasts, beginning to kiss her gently. You noticed how instantly she liked it, because she bit her lip. You didn't do it for long, though, because your mouth immediately moved to her stomach.

“You're so beautiful…no man deserves that.” You giggled a little, immediately ridding yourself of her pants as well. In a moment, you were between her legs and slowly removing her lace panties. She watched, breathing heavily, guessing what you were about to do. You grabbed her thighs as soon as you started to touch her exposed clit with your tongue. You did it so slowly that it hurt, until you suddenly felt her hand on your head.

“ Please…don’t tease me anymore,” she practically whispered, her voice almost filled with need. You were practically waiting for this, wanting her to beg. You tightened your grip on her thighs, moving your tongue even more boldly. That was precisely why you envied her ex-husband, who had heard such sounds more often than you. How could he ever cheat on such a woman? Good for you, because now you could show her that you were the better choice for her. Her hands caressed her swollen nipples as another small shiver coursed through her body. You felt her arousal practically dripping down your chin, but you didn’t stop. With one hand, you began to play with yourself. If you had known the day would end like this, you would have prepared yourself. When you felt her ready, so beautifully wet for you, you stripped off your panties. You slid between her thighs, starting to grind against her. Since you had no comparison to what it was like with a man, it seemed like the best feeling to you, the fact that your bodies were so close now, even though there was no penetration. She looked into your eyes, placing her hands on the back of your neck. You were the one at the top one, making frictional movements. It seemed like nothing special, but both your body and hers were filled with a rain of shivers, running from the bottom of your spine all the way up.

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone there.” She confessed, moving her hands to your hips.

You smiled at her and began to move back and forth even faster. A flood of wet sounds and, of course, your moans filled the room. Meanwhile, you shifted position so you were on top, in a traditional cowgirl pose. She was feeling a little more confident now and moved her hands to your bouncing breasts.

“Right here… Zena, I’m so proud of you,” you said, feeling yourself start to pant. She squeezed your tits a little, causing a louder moan to escape your lips.

"Fuck yes..." You said quickly, and your lips met again in a passionate kiss, with her dominating this time. It didn't bother you; quite the opposite... You liked the way she tried to take control. She gripped your hips tighter. A moment later, you climbed off her, and while it wasn't anything major, you still felt fulfilled. You recovered a bit, and as you lay there, she leaned over to the drawer, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She popped one into her mouth, but then asked.

“Want one?” You shook your head and then asked.

"You smoke? I've never seen you do it before."

“For a while now, but it was banned everywhere at university, so you know.” She laughed a little, and you heard the unmistakable sound of your phone ringing, announcing you had a new message. You glanced at it for a moment, and a text from your mom appeared before your eyes.

“Are you coming to us for the holidays or staying in town?”

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